The Lonely Lady

I used to have an old neighbor lady

iron my shirts for me

she did it so delicately

like they were made of snowflakes

or she was taking a band-aid off of a butterfly's wing

she would neatly fold them

and with a tear in her eye

hand them to me

knowing that this meant it was time for me to leave

Reviews

[B]

This could make me cry if i read it twice
so i wont

[terry smith]

that is how I felt every time I had to leave.

[B]

sucks
i dont like this feeling

[terry smith]

then read gnomes :)

[B]

ok
i will .........................

[olla]

this one touched me.. drawing me back several times.. it shows just a hint of pink under the armor..